Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Zambia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Surgeon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Godley & Creme,
Lower 48,
Shoche,
The Remains,
Colin Newman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dave Gahan,
The Smiths,
Gang of Four,
Davy DMX,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dead Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Metal Thangz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sugar Minott,
One Last Wish,
Archie Shepp,
Arcadia,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Audionom,
Porter Ricks,
the Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
Motorama,
Subhumans,
Ponytail,
Adolescents,
Maleditus Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABBA,
Amon Düül,
Joey Negro,
Laurel Aitken,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Style,
Boredoms,
Cybotron,
Minny Pops,
Lyres,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Patti Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
DNA,
Dark Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Hill,
Scratch Acid,
Masters at Work,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Magazine,
Fat Boys,
Silicon Teens,
48th St. Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
Minor Threat,
Make Up,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.